I Am A Prodigy Novels & Stories

Funny enough, the reason I haven't found unconditional love yet is I'm never wrong. And that really puts people off. No one wants to love a know-it-all unconditionally. I've been called a prodigy since I could walk. By the time I hit puberty, I was already taking college courses and acing them. Of course, this thrilled my parents to no end. I would be able to take over the family business sooner than later. They could retire early and trot the globe rekindling their marriage. Which is why I find myself alone in the top floor of a massive packing and shipping facility, looking down on hundreds of employees rushing around to fulfill orders. It's why I find myself alone at night in my house. Sc

She smiles faintly and leans down to press a kiss to my cheek before moving behind me, resting her chin lightly on my shoulder. Her gaze darts across the open inbox on my laptop. "Can I ask you something?" "Always." Her lips curve in curiosity. "How do you own a whole company at your age? Shouldn't you be struggling with student loans and cafeteria food like the rest of us?" I let out a laugh. "Let’s just say I’ve always been a child prodigy. Because while everyone else was living, I was locked in a lab. My father's project. His obsession. From the time I could walk, I was testing formulas and memorizing compound structures. By eleven, I wasn't just a subject, I was running models better tha

It was as if someone had flipped a switch and flooded my mind with light. The same thing had happened to Julian. Not long afterward, he became a prodigy. His grades soared, and he moved through competitions with effortless brilliance. By the time we grew older, people spoke his name with awe, as if he were already something beyond ordinary. For years, I had believed we had simply matured early. I thought luck, fate, or hard work had somehow changed us. Now I knew better. "You mean our intelligence was never natural?" My throat felt dry, and I could hear the tremor in my own voice.

"Yes, I really find it hard to believe. Uncle Zhabu, I have a question. Can I raise it?" Shen Mengyi said politely to Uncle Zhabu. "Of course you can. You can question me, but I will answer for you patiently." Said Uncle Zhabu. "You just said to my senior brother that my master didn't teach my senior brother the real skills, or my master would have almost no match in this world. This means that my master is a top master, right?" Shen Mengyi asked Uncle Zhabu. "Indeed, your master, Zhikong, is an extremely powerful person. It's no exaggeration to call him a Peerless Master Pro."

Ayajo asked, particularly sad and distressed and angry and wanted to immediately break open this guy head, completely disregarding the status between the two of them. But even if Ayajo know, he won’t pay attention to it as his experiments ad research is the only thing that is worth it for him to pay attention to and to be seen by his eyes. As a researcher, a professional and prodigy at that. He was respected highly by all citizens and even powerful figures alone in the mall fighting for their life all along. Prodigal researchers can be compared to Sotiras, except prodigal researchers can have their own ability but can have a little bit of ability by the formula that their research has succes

He nods while still thinking about how to take more information on Itzel from her mother. "Oh, that is great! So, your children must be very diligent and intelligent from how it sounds." She smiles at him. "Yes, they are! My son is literally a child prodigy! He is a science and maths genius. He has also won some three Olympiads and two exhibitions till now." She rants about her son, like he gives a shit to it! All he wants to know is about his Itzel! Can he really call her his though? He needs to find it out soon.

“I did see you, and I did hear you. You were incredible, little wolf.” “Daddy said so too!” Miles exclaims, wiggling to be put down. He grabs my hand and pulls me toward the back of the room where Arthir is waiting. I gulp. Miles is oblivious, thank the Goddess. “Daddy! Miss Thompson says I might be a pi…a pi…” “A prodigy?” Arthur offers, and my stomach clenches at the word. Just like Veronica. “Yeah! A prodigy!” Miles beams. “She says I should keep taking lessons!”

“I chose the cello. Why do you want me to play another instrument. I mean six is a very large number of instruments to play. Wait I am going to put you on speaker.” “Melody, it is simple, you are a musical prodigy, we have had other prodigies over the years. The most recent is a young man from Germany. He played five instruments; I met him he is conceded and thinks too highly of himself. I want you to outdo him and put him in his place. That is why I want you to play the sixth instrument.” “I will give it my best shot, but I am not making any promises.” Laurie hears the conversation. “I told you that you were a prodigy. We have to go shopping and buy you a cello soon.”

Us bantering is just a normal day in the station. But when he thinks I'm not looking or just when he puts his mischievous and annoying side down, you would know why he is considered to be a prodigy. He's kind, polite, yet professional at the same time, and when he needs to act tough to put the assailant in his or her place he would do so in a very scarily serious manner, it's just weird seeing him like that from time to time since I only see him in his playful side...

A pocket full of posies! The children's clear and melodious voice rung out from the building, Erada sighed wistfully, although her mother had loved her deeply, she didn't have a normal childhood, she had been isolated from the rest of the world, while the other children played, she was bombarded with lessons, Her mother was a medical practitioner and she had tutored her at a young age, at the age of seven, she could diagnose illnesses that even several doctors could not and at the age of fourteen, she was considered a medical prodigy.